A-yo Ice, man. I'm working on this term paper for college. What's the First Amendment?

Freedom of Speech, that's some motherfuckin' bullshitYou say the wrong thing, they'll lock your ass up quickThe FCC says "Profanity - No Airplay"?They can suck my dick while I take a shit all dayThink I give a fuck about some silly bitch named Gore?Yo PMRC, here we go, rawYo Tip, what's the matter? You ain't gettin' no dick?You're bitchin' about rock'n'roll, that's censorship, dumb bitchThe Constitution says we all got a right to speakSay what we want Tip, your argument is weakCensor records, TV, school books tooAnd who decides what's right to hear? You?Hey PMRC, you stupid fuckin' assholesThe sticker on the record is what makes 'em sell goldCan't you see, you alcoholic idiotsThe more you try to suppress us, the larger we get

[You have the right to remain silent]Fuck that right! I want the right to talkI want the right to speak, I want the right to walkWhere I wanna, yell and I'm gonnaTell and rebel every time I'm on aMicrophone on the stage cold illin'The knowledge I drop will be heard by millionsWe ain't the problems, we ain't the villainsIt's the suckers deprivin' the truth from our childrenYou can't hide the fact, JackThere's violence in the streets every day, any fool can recognise thatBut you try to lie and lieAnd say America's some motherfuckin' apple pieYo, you gotta be high to believe thatYou're gonna change the world by a sticker on a record sleeveCos once you take away my right to speakEverybody in the world's up shit creek

Let me tell you about down southWhere a motherfucker might as well not even have a mouthColumbus, Georgia, said they'd lock me upIf I got on the stage in my show and said "Fuck"So I thought for a minute and said "No,I wasn't even gonna do a damned show"Cos for me to change my words from my rhymesIs never gonna happen cos there's no sell outs on mineBut I vowed to get those motherfuckers one dayThey even arrested Bobby Brown and Cool JYo, they got their's comin', cos I'm mad and I'm gunnin'Homeboys, and there's no runnin'I'm gonna tell you how I feel about youNo bull, no lies, no slack, just straight factColumbus, Georgia, you can suck my dickYou ain't nothin' but a piece of fuckin' shit on the damned map

Freedom of Speech, let 'em take it from meNext they'll take it from you, then what you gonna do?Let 'em censor books, let 'em censor artPMRC, this is where the witch hunt startsYou'll censor what we see, we read, we hear, we learnThe books will burnYou better think it outWe should be able to say anything, our lungs were meant to shoutSay what we feel, yell out what's realEven though it may not bring mass appealYour opinion is yours, my opinion is mineIf you don't like what I'm sayin'? FineBut don't close it, always keep an open mindA man who fails to listen is blindWe only got one right left in the world todayLet me have it or throw The Constitution away

What they're trying to do with radio, with this, uh, McCarron-WalterAct and a lot of other ways, is start by saying that they'reprotecting the public from wicked rock bands, or girlie magazines, orwhatever. But, if you follow the chain of dominoes that falls down,what they're really trying to do is shut off our access to informationitself.